Bad Medicine.

It's time to stop taking these pills.

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Simple?

Why is it that the simpler the thing you want, the more difficult it is to attain?

All I want is to be loved - when no-one is there to love you
I just want to get some sleep - when insomnia becomes your bedfellow
I'm simply looking for a pair of jeans - when the twentieth pair you have tried on still isn't right

I just want a job - when nothing is out there.

I sometimes wonder if God (or Budda, or Allah or whoever or whatever else it is to believe in) has made me unemployed to test me and to make me grow. I sure as hell have been tested and I like to think I have grown and learnt and experienced (even bad experiences are experience at the end of the day).
So Please just let me have a decent job, preferably a permanent one.

Pleeeease.

Patience is not one of my many shining virtues.

x

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Just Say...

OK,

Good things which have happened to me today:

+ Got a seat on the train this morning

+ Got a free Gingerbread Latte from Starbucks

+ Ate a yummy cheese, ham and tomato croissant from Pret a Manger

+ Finally got round to ordering a new camera off Ebuyer

+ My plum coloured corduroy trousers (that's right, plum corduroy) from Uniqlo have been dispatched

+ I got paid

+ Was sold some delicious carrot cake by a man dressed as Robin Hood

+ Have a really good weekend planned involving shopping with my sister, lunch with one of my dearest friends and new episode of Doctor Who on Sunday evening.

Bad things that have happened to me today:

- Supposed to be going to something this evening which I don't want to but am too much of a wimp to get out of.

It seems ridiculous to me that all the positives can be cancelled out by One Negative (which I should have said no too when it first came up but didn't because I was a WIMP. Do you see a pattern emerging here?)

Silly silly silly silly me.

I make myself so mad sometimes because I can't say no to people. I just care too much what they think of me, even if I don't like them.

Does this A) make me a good person because I don't want to create disputes or offend others?

Or

Does this B) make me an idiot for not thinking about what I want?

Will I ever learn? Is this something that comes with age?

I jolly well hope so.

I shall let you know how it goes.

Have a stupendous weekend readers of mine.

x

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Lost.

I have a confession to make, and I do not make this lightly: I have no sense of direction.

Seriously, zero.

I have lived in the same town my whole life and still get lost there. You could take me to the same building every day for a year and I would learn the exact route, but lead me out of a slightly different door or via a different road and I would have no clue as to how to get home. I would love to be one of those people who have an innate sense of knowing exactly which direction to go no matter where they are but sadly this is not one of my attributes (of which there are obviously numerous others).

Soooo, you will know if you read this blog every so often that on occassion I walk to and/or from the train station to work. Yesterday was one of those days. Normally I walk the same route the bus does (I find this safest), however yesterday morning as I walked in I discovered a route which cut quite a few minutes off my normal journey. Feeling very pleased with myself I decided to take the same route home and not end up stuck in rush hour traffic, grinding my teeth as the traffic lights turn red every time we reach them.

Bearing in mind the above statement regarding my poor (ie. non existent) sense of direction I'm sure you will realise : This was Not a Good Idea.

I knew after about 10 minutes of walking that something wasn't right, but I pushed onwards nevertheless. After 20 minutes and no sight of any familiar landmarks (let me warn you now, all of London looks EXACTLY THE SAME) I asked a porter of a hotel who (with a distinct look of pity in his eyes) stated I was in fact walking completely the wrong way and the train station I was after was actually forty minutes in the opposite direction.

I'll admit it, as I walked away I did start to cry a little bit.

I was lost in the Big Scary City.

How the hell did I get here?

Would I ever get to the station in time for my train?

Why meeeeeeeee?

Biting my lip, trying not to sob like an idiot I flagged down a black cab and tearfully asked him to take me to the train station.

My mistake cost me dear - an extra 50 minutes to my journey home, a large blister from my shoes and £6.90 in taxi fare. I know six whole pounds and ninety pennies.

I missed my train and ended up getting a later one - my self confidence now so shot to pieces I spent most the journey being paranoid that my common sense had failed me again and I had gotten on the wrong train by mistake (which I hadn't).

I did finally arrive home tired, stressed and in desperate need of a cup of tea but essentially unscathed.

So what have we learnt today my dears? That's right, know your strengths and don't go blithely wandering through London if your sense of direction is not so hot - You will get Lost.

I end todays lesson with these beautiful necklaces (which are available to buy here), pretty much purely to make myself feel better about my idioticness when I re-read this post.

Phew, much better now.

Have a splendid weekend.

And remember, don't get lost.

x

Confessions of a Home Girl

One week ago:

Colleague1: We're all going for drinks next Friday for Bob's* leaving do. Are you coming?
Me in head: No
Me out loud: Sure why not.
Me in head: Damn. Oh well, plenty of time to think up an excuse.


One week later (i.e. now):

Colleague1: Still on for drinks tomorrow right?
Me in head: Buggerbuggerbugger
Me out loud: Oh, erm no, didn't I say? *clears throat* something's come up so 'fraid I can't.
Colleague2: Oh what's that?
Me out loud: *high pitched vioice* dinner. Yep dinner with... some... friends. Unavoidable I'm afraid.
Colleague1: Oh, how about next week?
Me out loud: Sure!
Me in head: DAMN!

OK, ok, I admit it I'm a homebody. I'm a girl whose heart is where the home is. There, I've said it. I live with my superlovelyfavegirl sister and though I love a great night out with my fab friends as much as the next girl, I would rather spend an evening at home with Sis and a good DVD than go out with people I'm not crazy about.

I find the people I get on best with are those with whom I don't have to pretend I had a Kerazeee night out on Saturday night then spent Sunday Massively hungover when in fact I spent Saturday night watching Lord of the Rings and Sunday playing badminton and gardening.


By the way I trust this goes no further than you guys, ok?

And if anyone asks, last Saturday was Wicked man, we got sooo drunk we were Wasted innit. Got that?

Phew.

Oh yeah, and if anyone knows of a good excuse then feel free pass it on.

Love,

your Home Girl

x

*Bob is not his real name. Names changed to protect identities.